I heard this song yesterday: and when I did, I laughed. I still knew the words after all these years. I could probably sing it with the bitter, cracked, sexy (supposedly) way that I used to. But, after the laughter came the groan. That was me. That was how I coped. I swallowed resignation daily, … Continue reading Falling into Love
It doesn't take much to make a difference. To show up, to smile, to ask a question, to look them in the eye. No, it doesn't take much. The cost is little. The experience is priceless. Bringing light into a world of darkness, well, it only takes one tiny, seemingly insignificant candle to change a room. … Continue reading What Will You Bring?
I'm eavesdropping. There are two gentlemen across from me in Starbucks. I've never met them. I'm doing the usual, checking my Facebook, writing emails to teachers, just being, enjoying the outside world a little. Their conversation keeps floating above the music. Church. Ministry. What's Changed. Blessings. God. Small Groups. It is the usual. It's the … Continue reading Am I in Ministry?
God has not been trying an experiment on my faith or love in order to find out their quality. He knew it already. It was I who didn't. In this trial He makes us occupy the dock, the witness box, and the bench all at once. He always knew that my temple was a house … Continue reading My House of Cards
I'm directing you to today's post on my food blog. You need to read this. Our priorities get so confusing and sometimes, it's nice to have the permission to take care of yourself. Read this. You have my permission. You are loved.
I love being right. It's important that I keep my lists straight and my tallies correct on the ways people have hurt me. I could line them up and give them all reason for why I am so unhappy. That way, I won't be exposed. No one will be able to see how foolish I've … Continue reading Will You Forgive Me?
"I would rather make mistakes in kindness and compassion than work miracles in unkindness and hardness." — Mother Teresa Julia looked cute this morning. I mean super cute! We flat ironed her hair, she wore her new brown snow boots, accompanied by her adorable brown and pink jacket. Oh yes, c-u-t-e. But, as we walked up to her preschool, I noticed that she stood out … Continue reading Can’t Be Perfect